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MY TREE OF LIFE
PICTURES THAT MAKE ME SMILE

    Can earth be Earth when all its trees are gone,

    And sudsy waters have become unfit,

     

    And poisoned life no longer greets the dawn

    With raucous sounds that death has caused to quit?

     

    Will trees no longer wave, with limbs unfurled,

    On hapless earth, that ever in orbit roams?

       

    Will human ego sacrifice the world

    To satiate its lust for pompous homes?


   Will distant space look down on orb that's bald.

   I now can hear the mother say,


   "I was once called Earth.


   But now, bereft of mirth, I weep.


   That treeless orb's no longer Earth."


BONTY NIGHTS OTC
My Daffs Old Toms
EROTIC IN MONO
TED ROGERS REALISTIC ART
MARCEL NINO PAJOT
Cricket
Marcel Pajot artwork
MONO AND RED
ADULT JOKES

         DON'T CLICK ON THE IMAGE LINKS BELOW IF YOU HAVE A VICTORIAN ATTITUDE OR ARE EASILY OFFENED BY PICTURES OF BEAUTIFUL NAKED GIRLS 

TITS
BUMS
BITS
EROTICA
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ITS AN UPHILL STRUGGLE
BULL IN A CHINA SHOP MYTH

Sheer Lust and Pure Sin

I struggle alongside the sun to awake

my dreams keep calling me back

to delve into her soul

her spirit of seduction

for just one more ride


My eyes close and I quiver

as she surrounds my every ounce

pushing me to greater heights

where again I disappear

as I soar off into her stratosphere


Her push and her pull

her power to fulfill

projects me and protects me

succumbing to her every will


The sun sparkles across my skin

but I fail to let her in

for today it's me and it's you

engulfed in sheer lust and pure sin


Lost In You

Transcending waves crash upon the shore

Once again, my mind wandering, lost in you

Warm tendrils of pleasure strike within

Our own paradise now before me

As we emulate the unravelling tides

Your lips like the radiance before me

As the oceans mist caresses my face

Your body an abandoned ship at sea

My own as your yielding salvation

An anchor while treading unsteady tides

Lost in the warm fluidity of rippling waves

Your roaring wind is my sweet tranquillity

Quaking as we drift in my turbulent sea

And then do we find ourselves there;

Like transcending waves crashing ashore

Our utopia found as the sun greets the sea

My eyes open as the oceans mist caresses

Warm tendrils of pleasure now coursing

Once again, my mind wandering, lost in you

A PLACE IN THE SUN
CK & BELLA
City Lust
WHAT A FUCKING JOKE THESE TWO ARE !
LINFOOT COTTAGE

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